Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Organ,
JFA,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Josef K,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.